Lyrics: Kristo Langker/Linus Rayson Hilton/Enzo Covey Legge
Music: Kristo Langker/Linus Rayson Hilton/Enzo Covey Legge
Legs of thunder
Made of rye
I made the stallion
The apple of my eye
It's sweet, the tail sings melodies
Beckoning me to his side
Soured by the stable hand
Watching from the corner of his eye
As roosters crow at the morning
Speckled light whips upon the old beast of vine
As crickets groan in the evening
I wrote my name and consult my gods of necessary crime
The laws of many damned that try to rot incarcerated, that the beast stay with a stupid man
Who's never cared
Who doesn't care
Whips cr-cr-crack!
Down leap from the cruel hicks that snap
Oh, bend your wings and flaps
Court, cr-cr-crack!
My dear of prophetic sign
Two covens of equine
Hilt of cherry, a blade of ice
My father's hunting knife
The lord's device
The neighbour tries to haunt my gaze
It falls through his hands to his chest
Squealing of a stalk hung, too familiar a sound
Whips cr-cr-crack!
Baby, from the cruel hicks that snap
Oh, bend your wings and flaps
Court, cr-cr-crack!
My dear of prophetic sign
Two covens of equine
I step over the cadaver, out into the field
There it stands, eyes watching, gleaming
I met a horse in the Harbour Century
Stroke its mane
Try to climb the stride
But it kicks me down to the mud
Hooves, reins, rips, snap, vision blurs
Blood soaks the grass as I lay dying
Death in company of a thing you loved
Surrounded, experienced divine
As I lay twitching on the field
I felt nothing at all